Raising Bread

Raising Bread When I was a little boy things were complicated Let me start again Yesterday I turned 7 and I don’t know how to read or write I don’t know words and I don’t know letters (Don’t ask what I’m doing here. Just have faith.) My parents think I’m slow and not too bright We are very poor and can’t afford no schooling But they gave me a bible and made me make my first Communion (That’s a Catholic thing involving a thin disc of bread called a holy host or holy communion, to be consumed.) I use the bible for a pillow Someone told me a fragment of a story from the holy book I can’t remember anything…. but This is my favorite part Something about our Lord and Savior who took bakers from their shops He made them bake the bread, morning noon and night on mountain tops And on the third day, He Himself, did the raising of the bread When I’m in church I’m still confused. The communion wafer disc of bread is flatter than lasagna When I die I’m taking a loaf of bread with me to heaven To learn about the mysteries of faith and nature I’ll show the loaf to our Lord and Savior for an explanation About what He said About the raising of the bread